He waited until they passed into the shadows of the deserted Carewe Street before he spoke.

There he stopped abruptly; at which she turned, astonished.
"Now that you have saved my life," he said, in a low, tremulous tone, "what are you going to do with it ?" Her eyes opened almost as widely as they had at her first sight of him in her garden.

There was a long pause before she replied, and when she did, it was to his considerable surprise.
"I have never seen a play, except the funny little ones we acted at the convent," she said, "but isn't that the way they speak on the stage ?" Crailey realized that his judgment of the silence bad been mistaken, and yet it was with a thrill of delight that he recognized her clear reading of him.

He had been too florid again.
"Let us go." His voice was soft with restrained forgiveness.

"You mocked me once before.
"Mocked you ?" she repeated, as they went on.
"Mocked me," he said, firmly.